pencil and my ledgers and start adding numbers.
Miss Perkins wanders into my office and sits on the corner of my desk.
"Good
morning," she says cheerfully, "I thought maybe you weren't coming in today."
"Oh,
I wouldn't think of missing work!" says my Conditioning, smiling at her
for me, "I just had a little trouble on the bus. Almost missed my
stop." I smile again, looking at her face, trying to ignore those
boobs jiggling around in the SheerNothing body suit, just inches away from
me. I'm not quite successful, and my Conditioning is beginning to
send me little messages.
"Well,"
she says, sliding just a little my direction, so her butt just touches
the back of my hand, my Conditioning jerks my hand toward my chest, "if
you need anything, just ask me. I'm here to help." She smiles
again, all sweetness and seduction. She reaches out and gives my
cheek a friendly little sisterly stroke, and my Conditioning locks me tighter
than a drum. She slides off the front of my desk and stands up, her
boobs exactly centered in my field of vision, every detail there for me
to see through the damned SheerNothing body suit, my Conditioning already
has me locked up so I can't move, can't even close my eyes, she just stands
there breathing, every little rise of her boobs punching me in my gut,
my Conditioning won't let me move a muscle, so I can't not look at her,
my pencil snaps and the pieces fly across the room, she sighs, her boobs
wobble up and down, and the movement drives my Conditioning completely
crazy. I completely lose my vision and see black. I hear only
the roaring in my ears. I partially lose consciousness, unable to
think. I'm frozen solid and can't even feel anything, locked in a
black roaring nowhere.
After
a while, it slowly fades and I gradually recover. Miss Perkins is
gone, back in her office probably plotting her next move. I'm not
sitting at my desk anymore. My chair is pushed back against the wall.
I try to move it, but I'm trembling so hard that I can't control my muscles.
I wait a while and try again. I can't make the chair move.
I try again, and it rolls a little, then a little more. I can't get
up, but I can roll in my chair, so I turn it facing the wall and push myself
slowly across the room, and around in circles until I find the broken pieces
of my pencil. I'm getting some strength back, and I manage to pick
them up and get them into the trash can. Then, back to my desk.
I take another pencil from the drawer, and start adding numbers.
I don't know what Miss Perkins did with me, or to me, or in front of me,
while I was blacked out, but it seems to have satisfied her. She
doesn't bother me again for the rest of the morning. I make it safely
to lunch. This afternoon is Conditioning Maintenance, so I don't
have to face Miss Perkins again until Monday. Thank God for that.
The
bus ride to Conditioning Maintenance is normal. I manage to keep
my mind on the scenery outside the window, and arrive without further problems.
I get off the bus and walk into the lobby
I
re-awake on the bus, riding home. As usual, I don't remember anything
that happened after I walked into the lobby at Conditioning Maintenance.
I keep my thoughts on the scenery and don't have any problem about missing
my stop. I walk the three blocks to home. I walk in the front
door. I put my coat and umbrella in the front closet, walk into the
den, pick up the paper and sit in my recliner chair. As long as I
don't kick out the footrest or lean back in it, my Conditioning lets me
use it. If I get too comfortable, I, well, I just don't get too comfortable.
I read the paper. Usually, the Conditioning isn't too picky about
what I'm permitted to read. Not that the paper is likely to print
anything that might contradict the approved oops, my conditioning doesn't
like that line of thought, and my hands begin to tremble. If I want
to read the paper, I'd better not think, just read.
Beth
arrives. She's just about ready for the delivery now, looks like
a walrus, waddles like a duck.
"Hi,
beautiful!" my Conditioning says with a smile.
"Hi,
Daddy-to-be!" she says. Her smirk is just barely visible behind her
playful banter.
We
have supper and I don't say much. She brought home 'take-out' Chinese
food for her. The smell drives me crazy. I eat my soy steak,
boiled carrots, a bran muffin, and soy milk. I have to stay healthy,
so I can support the child.
After
supper, I watch TV for a while. There isn't much risk, because nobody
would dare broadcast anything that contradicts the yah, right, don't
think, just watch. After a while, Beth calls me from her bedroom.
Friday, right after Conditioning Maintenance, is the only time they can
make my Conditioning strong enough to do what she wants. I enter
the bedroom. There she is, in all of her glory. Shit.
Even a SheerNothing couldn't salvage but my Conditioning tweaks me, so
I try to stop that line of thought. The only thing that comes to
mind to replace it is how much I want to strangle the bitch, and that isn't
any good either. My Conditioning tweaks me, hard, and I stumble and
lean against the wall. I look at her, laying there in her most seductive
pose, and my Conditioning leers at her for me. It doesn't have any
objection to consensual sex between spouses, so, for the next hour or so
I do whatever she wants. Eventually, she's satisfied. I leave
her laying there on her bed, drifting off to sleep, and stagger to my own
room. A shower would be like heaven, but I'm just too damned tired.
I'm already undressed after the marathon with Beth, so I just stagger across
the room, throw back the covers, and fall forward. The only good
thing about this damned Conditioning is that it makes me go to sleep the
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